[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

Among other things, Xiongying's students are definitely ahead of others in terms of power.

After receiving the short-term training information from Hong Jiaodong, the people in Class A were a little bit excited. As freshmen who had just entered the school, they had an instinctive yearning for professional heroes.

Although Huige is not now, but he was in the past, and he was very famous. When he was around, Andeva, the hero of the flames, couldn't get the second position.

During a class break, when everyone was talking about this matter again, Hong Jiaodong spoke up.

"Master said that he will be on a business trip recently, so he probably won't have the opportunity to be a guide."

The disappointment of the students was palpable.

"But Master also said that as far as physical skills are concerned, it is not a problem for those who are in charge of training us to beat ten with one."

The words that came out of Hong Jiaodong's mouth were inexplicably provocative. The young people looked around and decided to visit in person.

"That's the one?"

Lvgu Izuku pointed at the apartment not far away, dumbfounded: "A whole building?"

"The address is correct."

It’s just that it’s really not a gorgeous office. The simple house number is erected at the door, and there’s a nice smell coming out of the door. It’s more likely to be a bakery than a hero office.

Hong Jiaodong looked at the location on the phone again, and after confirming that it was correct, he opened the door.

"Ding Lingling", the wind chime hanging on the door frame collided with a crisp sound, the relaxed atmosphere in the house froze, and a dozen pairs of eyes turned to the gate at the same time.

"At this age..."

"This hairstyle..."

Mikayue stood up: "Is it Mr. Komaeda's apprentice? He said before that you should come over on the weekend. We have been waiting for a long time."

When Sanriyue wanted to get closer to someone, no one could resist, she was as gentle and refreshing as the spring breeze blowing on her face, she couldn't help but sat down on the sofa according to the other person's wishes, and even picked up the teacup.

Thanks to the number of Fusangshen, they now have enough chairs for the small guests in this class.

"Is this personality?"

"Is it personality?"

Li Ri Yuchazi pulled Erlang Xiangxiang and whispered, if the other party did this with only his personal charm, it would be too scary.

"It should have a personality similar to Teacher Midnight."

Frog Chui Meiyu also joined the discussion: "But I don't seem to have seen when he launched the croak."

"It's not personality, my little lady."

Xiaohumaru's shoulder-length hair was tied into a braid, and she looked a little more sunny: "The people in this office are all newcomers who have just obtained their licenses, and we are just ordinary people."

"It's just a little bit stronger."

The distance between Xiaohumaru's thumb and index finger was about one centimeter, indicating that he was really just a slightly stronger ordinary person.

——Maye is another handsome guy.

——And the figure is super super super super good!

The other party was wearing a simple white vest, which was not originally made of tight-fitting material. Perhaps it was because the other party's body curve was too good, which directly stretched out the arc of the muscles. Following the other party's movements, the movement of the muscles was also seen in the eyes.

In contrast, we are all vain chickens.

All the people who are still in the puberty period but not tall and strong—especially the boys—are silently clenching their teeth and clenching their fists. Maybe this is the competition among men. They have already decided in their hearts that they must increase the intensity of training when they go back, so as to grow a perfect body as soon as possible. muscle.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more deviated from the main line, Izuku Midori forcibly pulled it back: "Excuse me, can we have a look at your training plan?"

"Training programs are tailored to each individual's situation."

Hidekiri leaned back slightly, and looked at the opposite student calmly: "But it's really not good to let you train without seeing anything, brother Maru, take them to the training ground behind the building to see the intensity of our daily training .”

Kemaru glared at Tokiri, and stood up to lead the way.

"There is also a special training ground."

Kirishima Eijiro said with emotion: "I remember that the land in this place is quite expensive. I thought the training ground would be somewhere else..."

"Is it expensive?"

Fu Sangshen, who lived in directly, didn't know about this, but judging from the expressions of the students and their understanding of living in this world for a few weeks, it seemed that it would not be cheap.

"The training ground was built after buying the apartment."

Tsurumaru walked beside Kirishima to explain further: "I originally wanted to put the training ground in the apartment, but after thinking about it, the people who come to train are people with personality. If the apartment is conscious, they will definitely cry."

"It would be great if I could borrow your school's training ground."

Thinking of the scene described by Hotaru and the others when they came back, Tsurumaru felt itchy: "There are so many different venues, no matter what, they are better than a simple training hall."

"Then what if we break the field during training?"

Shangming Electric glanced at Katsuki Bakugo who was walking behind: "There are people here who have a very aggressive personality, and they are not afraid of [-], just in case."

"Oh, you said that."

Tsurumaru's smile was a bit comforting: "Don't worry, you won't be given time to activate your personalities."

"That's fine..."

Wait, this person seems to have said something very remarkable, is it his illusion?

"What do you mean you bastard?"

Bakugo Katsuki's expression turned ferocious: "Do people in your office like to talk big?"

"It's coming soon."

Tsurumaru ignored the child's provocation: "The ones training inside today are Hotaru and Jiro. Both of them are good at Odachi. The attack range is very wide, so we don't get too close to watch, it will be life-threatening. .”

Bakugo, who was ignored, pouted, and deliberately walked a few steps towards the opposite side, wanting to see what level this so-called daily training was.

If not, blow them all up.

"Xiao Sheng, here."

Green Valley called the bamboo horse, and he was standing in the first row with the best viewing effect, or in the middle.

The sudden opening of the gate of the training ground did not affect the trainees inside. Hotaru took half a second to look at the situation at the gate, found no threat, and then took the initiative to retreat, taking advantage of the opportunity to deceive Jiro's large-scale swing of the knife.

"It's really enviable to be so small."

The Odachi, which looks quite heavy, is like a toy in Jiro's hands. After sweeping vigorously and missing a hit, he immediately followed the finishing action just now and stabbed forward. Hotaru lowered his waist and dodged it, and the knife directly raised from the right hand side Jiro's neck away.

Hotaru's attack also failed. Although the speed of their daidachi is not as fast as other types of swords, as real monsters, their physical fitness has long been no longer an object that can be measured by game values.

The blades brought out by the two left deep marks on the floor and the wall, but they avoided the door with a tacit understanding.

With such an invisible attack, there is absolutely no possibility for the children at the door to dodge it.

"I brought people over to visit."

Tsurumaru put his hand to his mouth and made a simple trumpet: "You must show them your strength, and it's up to you whether you can keep the little guests."

When the two on the field heard this, they retreated five meters away from each other and began to pant. Afterwards, instead of fighting with all their strength, they had an exhibition match.

"I want to apply for a substitution."

The exhibition match was too boring, Yingwan put the knife back into its sheath: "Akashi is sleeping next to him, I'll wake him up and fight with you."

"Hey, hey, this is not good."

Akashi, who is quite maneuverable in Taidao, is now taking advantage of his long legs to the extreme. He is too lazy to fight with the opponent, so he should simply be faster, so that the opponent cannot catch him. After a game, the opponent will be defeated. Akashi slipped and broke his leg.

Only the short knives can suppress Akashi in terms of speed.

"Get up quickly."

Hotaru stepped on Akashi's waist ruthlessly, the crisp click sound seemed to ring in everyone's ears, and the next second the black-haired man lying on the sidelines jumped up with a groan. The child's slight step on it was very painful.

"Where did I mess with you again?"

Akashi almost shed tears of blood: "I just want to sleep for a while, is it necessary to break my waist? Respect the old and love the young, Yingwan."

"You haven't practiced for several days, so substitute someone on the field."

Holding Akashi by the back collar and throwing him onto the field, Hotaru took out the exclusive maintenance tools from the cabinet behind him and began to powder the body.

"Mr. Tsurumaru, does that Mr. Akashi really need to call an ambulance?"

Green Valley wiped off the sweat from his head, and the crisp sound made people feel like their bones were broken. Under such circumstances, they had to persist in sparring... If something went wrong, the students couldn't afford it!

"Don't worry, Akashi's waist will be stepped on every few days, and he's used to it."

Is this something you can get used to after stepping on it a few times? !

The students in Class A suddenly panicked.

"If you win, Akashi, you can sleep all day tomorrow."

Hotaru didn't even look at the field: "If you lose, the job of distributing leaflets will be yours."

On the one hand, I lay down comfortably to pass the time, and on the other hand, I sold leaflets for laughing hair on the crowded streets, and occasionally I was dragged by a little girl to take pictures as souvenirs.

Akashi's aura changed, and a terrifying aura emanated from him.

"Since this is the case, you will die if you don't win."

The experience of being treated as a monkey once is enough. Akashi doesn't want to recall the painful experience before. In short, he can't jump into the same pit twice. He must beat Jiro away.

Tsurumaru smiled and gave the signal to start the game.

Jiro stood still and did not move. His speed was not as fast as Akashi's. To move rashly at this time was to leave a gap for the opponent to attack.

But it was impossible to not move at all, because Akashi never gave him a chance to stay where he was.

"Chong!"

When the thin Taidao collided with the opponent's large Taidao, the onlookers were worried that the Taidao would be broken just like that.

Akashi was no match for Jiro's strength, and was simply sent flying into the air by the opponent.

Jiro's chasing after the victory fell into the air, and the Akashi left in mid-air was clearly an afterimage. The real him had arrived at the opponent's side as early as a second before.

"End of hell!"

It was too late to withdraw the knife, Jiro directly hit Akashi's hip bone with the handle of the knife, the sour feeling was self-evident, Akashi staggered a step and quickly dodged away.

"I almost sold my kidney."

Wiping the cold sweat off his head, Akashi's eyes were full of fear: "Everyone is a man, is there a need to be so ruthless!"

"There is no gender on the battlefield."

Jiro smiled boldly: "I was aiming at the position next to it. It's a pity that you ran away."

Next to the location...

Everyone's eyes could not help but shift, and then they all frowned indescribably.

If that blow were to hit, it would indeed... be very painful...